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Can a chocoholic have other confectionary favorites?



Oh my, yes! Trophy Cupcakes  are my favorite cupcakes, particularly vanilla vanilla, that is vanilla buttercream icing artfully over vanilla cake. I'm lucky enough to have the sweet taste of buttercream on my lips and tongue just this moment. A strange favorite for the self-admitted chocoholic. It took my husband a year to understand my order had no chocolate in it.

I'm still a chocoholic but I'm particular about my chocolate-of-choice;  Nestle, Mars, Cadbury, Hershey's   even Ghirardelli's  doesn't do it for me. Grocery store-bought Guilian, Lindt Lindor Truffles  and Dilettante  work well; Toblerone  and Fererro Rocher  are delicious but do not hit my texture preference. Local confectioner, Boehm's Candies, is my clear favorite; specifically I'm partial to gianduja, but enjoy any non-alcoholic, milk chocolate confection. Okay, strike that. I can no longer manage carmel. I can manage nuts but once again, convincing Mr. Flink is an uphill battle.

I was treated by a Microsoft employee to a box of Fran's Chocolates  that I thoroughly enjoyed. Most recently, my daughter brought me a box of hand-painted Jinju Chocolates of Las Vegas. They were the lovliest, creamiest, and most delicately flavored chocolates I've ever tasted!!!

My favorite dessert was Creme Brulee´. The best I ever had was at the Rancho Bernardo Inn  in southern California, when I was all of 20. That spurred a life-long quest for it's equal, I never found it. However, I did discover a runner-up at Daniel's Broiler on Leschi. Sadly, I can no longer eat my favorite dessert; a cruelty bestowed by ALS, is that it causes foamy secretions.

I like my cheesecake, original, not chocolated, nor mocha flavored, but cherry covered is enhancing and wonderful. That is also off my table.

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